Crash, bam! Conflicting sides! Where in mess does solution hide? Pitchforks raised, barrels poised, common sense walked out the door.
How can we even hope to find sanity’s core within rotten rind? Unreasonable men who disagree see no value in repartee.
Humans rose up from the slime developed brains quite sublime, though we’ve ascended to the top our brutal ways refuse to stop.
I hope for good of all I see from our madness we’ll win reprieve.